Mistress Rachel guest blogs for us today! Her topic? Transgender Bathroom Police and What Might Happen One Day.
Hello, Horny Readers! Some of you might be new to Me, and I to you. I’m Miss Rachel, and since I admire Miss Harper so much, when She invited Me to make a guest post on Her blog, it was a no-brainer as to what My reply would be. I read this blog regularly, and one of the things I like the most about Miss Harper’s writing is the balance struck between titillation and edification. She knows how to have fun, but will never hesitate to teach you a thing or two. She ponders intelligently, cums hard, and cares deeply, and wants you to do so as well (unless you’re in Femdom chastity, in which case you can just ponder and care but not cum). Knowing this, therefore, is probably responsible for the fantasy I had about Her the other day concerning the current debacle surrounding the policing public restrooms in case someone who uses them might be transgender.
Could the fascination and fear of transgender people be based in secret longing?
Frankly, I think at least some of those who are obsessed with what’s between the legs of strangers, or what goes on in their bedrooms, or which bathroom they use, might be more of a fan than a foe in their deepest, darkest fantasies. Heterosexuals who are obsessed with what gay people do in bed, cis-gender people who are obsessed with the genitalia and wardrobe of people who are transgender, or whether or not they are cis- or transgender at all, all fall under My suspicion. I think the hatred they project is, in some cases, simply a defense mechanism they think will keep them from ever having to face their buried desires. So I was imagining a scenario which fits in well with the tone Miss Harper strikes here on Her blog, a teaching moment mixed with titillation–well, titillation for Us, anyway–in the form of a bit of coerced feminization.
Road-trip time! Harper and I, plus a lovely transgender girl, on the road Kerouac style!
The scene: Miss Harper and I are on a long road trip with a girl we’ve helped with her transition, and passing through a small, dusty, one-horse town. We stop at a restaurant where 80 per cent of the food is fried, and the portions are as large as the minds are small. We are all dressed to the nines, which makes Us stand out further, and although Our transgendered charge has come a long way, she is still closer to the beginning of her transition than the end. She doesn’t quite pass, and as We make our way to the women’s restroom at the back of the establishment, stares and whispers follow in Our wake.
Soon after the restroom door closes behind Us, and just as the three of us take Our places at the mirror to freshen Our makeup, a bellicose, red-faced ruffian barges his way in, shouting, “You can’t be in here! This is a women’s restroom!”
What a funny picture he makes, his face the very image of outrage . . . but with a noticeable tent in his pants, and We, lipsticks suspended in mid-air, looking at him incredulously until We notice. Then Our open mouths curl into smiles, and Our perfectly sculpted eyebrows arch. “Well you’re in here,” I say. “That must mean you’re a woman.” Sisters that We have become, We can communicate without speaking, and converge on him en masse.
Has our transgender road trip turned into To Wong Foo?!
Kate, Our charge, retains some of the strength of her old body, and has no trouble pinning the flabby transphobe’s arms behind his back. Miss Harper approaches, Her trademark cherry red lipstick in hand. I grab his trembling jowls in My perfectly manicured hand and force his flushed and sweaty face into a pucker. Miss Harper coos, “Here, dear. Let Me help you with your lipstick.”
There’s not enough space and time here to go over everything I imagine us doing in Our revenge feminization porn scenario, but maybe you, Miss Harper and I could have a session together where We could imagine what would happen next!
If only this whole ridiculous bathroom drama could be that harmless, and that entertaining, in the real world.
Thank you Mistress Rachel for writing for me this week, and thank you thank you for such a lovely fantasy about how to deal with gender police in bathrooms! I’ll be picturing all those puffed up, blustering blowhards with bright red lipstick from now on.
If you liked Rachel’s writing, hop on over to her blog and soak up some more!
Loved this fantasy! Would also love be to be in Kate’s shoes in the weeks or months leading up to the actual road trip with Ms Rachel and Ms Harper! 🙂 Thanks for your great blog Ms Harper, and thanks Miss Rachel for your always exciting posts!
Thank you for your sweet comment, jemmie, and thank You Miss Harper, for hosting Me on Your blog this week!
Jemmie, I could have gone on and on in this fantasy, because it was actually quite detailed in My mind, but then I remembered that it was supposed to be a blog post, not a novel. lol
I’d love to help mold you into a sweet femme!!! And then we could road trip in all our fabulousness, and bring beauty and glamour to the world. 😀
Ms Harper, I love the molding process! I’m sure you’d make it exciting!
I love this sooooo much! The idea of you two tag teaming a wanna be sissy boi. My heart thumps with glee… and perhaps my lady boner is also thumping, and something might be winking… just sayin. I definitely want part two!
I think Ms Rachel should definitely do a part two!
I vote we all go tweet at her until she indulges our whiny butts. lol!
Hee hee! Well Miss Harper, if You’ll have Me, I’ll see what I can cook up!
If?! IF?!!!
Write on, write on. Parts Two through ??? will be welcome here anytime!
*giggle* Yes Ma’am.
As a transgender girl, I can tell you that even some women are uncomfortable when I use the restroom.
Thankfully, no woman has physically done anything (men have grabbed me and told me to get out), but the confused stares are just as hurtful when you’re having a rough day and you just want to blend in peacefully.
I think for most people who have never seen a transgender person in real life before, they just get nervous and feel uncomfortable at seeing something that is so new to them. I’d like to think that most are kind people who are just confused.
I agree, Miss Harper is definitely an intellectual and I like her writing as well as yours 🙂
Ashley, I for sure understand that men don’t have the corner on the market of transphobia. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. This post was lighthearted, yes, but there’s definitely a very real, hurtful, and even dangerous reality behind this fantasy. And I agree with you–I like to think that most people are good at heart, if ignorant, but it only takes one truly vicious person to really cause harm.
Well said!! <3
Have a happy weekend 🙂
You too, sweetie!
Oh Ashley, for every stare and uncomfortable look I want to just hug you and do a makeover day…
I think people are afraid of what they don’t understand; combine that lack of understanding with the constant stream of fear and hate pumped out by the fright wing media machine, and you’ve got people who ~think~ they understand that they need to fear for their lives and modesty. It’s why I’m so outspoken about trans rights and glbtq+ issues. There has to be an outcry with good knowledge, solid facts, and compassion for all.
There was a meme floating around that said “When you see a person in public and you aren’t certain about what their gender is: Let it go, it’s none of you business!” I like memes like that because they provide a short, quick bite of information that is freed from it’s source (which, according to SCIENCE we don’t retain anyway) in a witty or funny way, which sticks with us. It’s like Zen Koans, only for the modern age.
Also: thank you for the kind words about my writing. 😉
If the voting is still open, I vote for Part 2…. and Part 3…. and Part 4…. 🙂
Hee hee! I’m torn right now between an audio series and further blogs. 😉